The office was suffocatingly quiet.
Lan stood still, her heart beating faster than usual.
Khang did not speak.
He simply looked at her.
Cold.
Sharp.
Unmoving.
That silence was worse than anger.
“Khang…” Lan’s voice softened, almost fragile. “You have to believe me.”
But this time, it did not work.
Not completely.
Khang reached for the file again.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He flipped to the next page.
“Read it,” he said.
Lan hesitated for a brief second.
Then she stepped forward and took the file.
Her fingers trembled slightly as her eyes scanned the contents.
Transaction records.
Dates.
Amounts.
Account names.
Every detail was clear.
Too clear.
“This proves nothing,” she said quickly, closing the file. “Anyone can forge documents.”
Khang watched her.
“You’re right,”
